The Walkmen - Everyone Who Pretended To Like Me Is Gone lyrics

rate me

Because he knows Our Romeo, He can't climb back. He swings in loopholes. When he goes through the air Their vengeance will stretch out. I made the best of it. I made the best of it. I made the best of it. This velvet rope Has fell before In vain. Clothing crashing the floor. Insane. Worse than once thought. I made the best of it. I made the best of it. I made the best of it. I made the best of it. I made the best of it